managed to play soccer todae. groin muscle did hurt a bit. oh well.

ok so. the asshole, yeah dat guy. tried to be an extra. came into my team cos one of my team mates injured. so action all the way la. then when there was one kick in, i was sporting enough to even think about passing to him. i did. i called his name first. jus to make sure he noes i'm passing to him, cos we never pass to each other at all. i passed it to him.

what did he do?

that dog pretend not to noe i passing. can act blur all. looking up in the sky like some fucking arrogant bastard. can even tell adrian that he never see the ball like the ball din roll over his right foot liddat. want to lie also cannot. i really dunno how this fella is gonna succeed in life la. arrogant s.o.b.

well, that speaks alot about him. so to that asshole, "fik dine opa's arshlogh."

why cant i just hate him and stop trying to even become friends again. i fucking hate him but i always end up say hi, bye, trying to be on good terms with him. something is fucking wrong with me. i just cant tell myself, "i fucking hate that bastard" and do something bad to him. i just cant even if i want to. arghhh. fuck.

 
__*fuckers like you never succeed in life. one day you'll learn your lesson.

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